Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
come now, hewit! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Can't blame God if we don't roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way,
Weary sinner's bare feet trod,
Softly, softly to the throne of God,
"We ain't agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We ain't agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!"
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Can't blame God if we don't roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
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Comments1Poem's full of serius topics but kinda fun at the same time. Talk about religion and having control over your own life I think. I like it, get the idea of going with the flow and not waiting for judgement to come your way. Sure makes you think though. Not shure what the bit about cotton's about but hey, it's a poem, right?